A Shadow from the Past
A FanFic by Sheik
Don't even think it! Go to chapter one and read that disclaimer.
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The vision soon passed, but that sight made a huge imprint on Impa's mind. Little did she know how much that vision would change her life forever.
"We're here."
Anolan's statement startled Impa out of her deep thoughts. Anolan took Impa's hand and helped her out of the saddle.
"Can you walk?" he asked.
"I think so…" guessed Impa.
"Come on, then."
Still holding Impa's hand, Anolan led Impa towards the open drawbridge that was the main entrance to Hyrule Castle as Kennih, the apprentice of the Stable Keeper, led the horse away.
The guards saluted as Anolan entered, and smiled as Impa passed. Impa couldn't help wondering why the guards weren't intimidated by the Sheikah like everyone else was. Anolan, as if reading her thoughts, provided the answer to the question:
"There are many Sheikah at the castle, so the guards here are very friendly with them. You should feel right at home here."
Impa nodded, but how could she feel at home when she was staying at a place where Shira wasn't?
The two passed the small reception hall and entered through the main doors that led into the castle itself.
"Please, Princess, come back!"
Impa looked over to see a very frustrated nurse chasing the young Zelda through the halls of the castle. Zelda, seeing the new arrivals, laughed and ran into Impa's open arms.
"Immy!" she giggled. "Immy! Immy!"
"Immy?" asked a confused Anolan.
"Her nickname for me," Impa explained. "She has yet to say 'Impa', but I like my nickname, at least coming from this one here."
"Ah," said Anolan. "So there's no chance we can call you that here at the castle?"
"NO."
"All right, all right. Come on. This way to the throne room," said Anolan.
The two walked down a series of halls, now joined by Zelda, still being held by Impa, and the nurse, who wondered why on earth Zelda liked this little Sheikah so much. When they finally reached the doors to the throne room, Impa halted.
"What now?" asked Anolan.
"I can't go in there."
"What do you mean? Of course you can!"
"I'm not allowed. Only those who are summoned by the King can enter."
"Well, I'm allowed in anytime. And that includes those whom I see fit to bring with me."
"So I won't get into trouble?"
Anolan laughed gently. "Of course not!" he said. "But I think it best that you left the Princess out here with her nurse. You know, because of the news."
"Of course."
Impa set Zelda down on the ground.
"Now, you stay with nursie until I come back, okay?"
"Immy?"
"Immy has to go for a minute, but I'll be right back."
With that, the Nurse picked up Zelda and walked away. Impa and Anolan entered the throne room and approached King Harkinian, who was speaking with Rauru about the events of the battle.
"I don't believe there were any fatalities," mused Rauru. "That little Sheikah girl Her Majesty has been taking care of is a hero for what she did."
"Good, good," said Harkinian, who then noticed the two approaching him. "Ah, and here she is! With the best escort one could have, I might add!"
Impa blushed and curtsied. Anolan stepped up next to Rauru and whispered something to Harkinian, who then spoke:
"Rauru, I think it would be best if you took your leave for awhile. The General and I must speak in secret."
"Of course, your majesty," replied Rauru. He bowed and left.
"Your majesty, Sir Rauru's report on the casualties wasn't exactly accurate."
Try as she might, Impa couldn't concentrate on what was being said, but she could tell that Harkinian was devastated. Anyone would be. Suddenly, Impa felt faint, and a little dizzy.
When she opened her eyes, Impa was on the floor with about five people breathing in her face.
"She's awake!"
"Somebody call the healer!"
"I'm fine," said Impa. "Really. I guess I'm still a little weak from today's events."
That night, Impa went through the bag Shira had given her: inside was a letter, some official documents of some kind, and a key.
She opened the letter first: after about the first five words, she burst into tears. How could this be?!
Shira had known exactly what was going to happen! There, in front of Impa, were written the events of the battle in full detail.
A FanFic by Sheik
Don't even think it! Go to chapter one and read that disclaimer.
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The vision soon passed, but that sight made a huge imprint on Impa's mind. Little did she know how much that vision would change her life forever.
"We're here."
Anolan's statement startled Impa out of her deep thoughts. Anolan took Impa's hand and helped her out of the saddle.
"Can you walk?" he asked.
"I think so…" guessed Impa.
"Come on, then."
Still holding Impa's hand, Anolan led Impa towards the open drawbridge that was the main entrance to Hyrule Castle as Kennih, the apprentice of the Stable Keeper, led the horse away.
The guards saluted as Anolan entered, and smiled as Impa passed. Impa couldn't help wondering why the guards weren't intimidated by the Sheikah like everyone else was. Anolan, as if reading her thoughts, provided the answer to the question:
"There are many Sheikah at the castle, so the guards here are very friendly with them. You should feel right at home here."
Impa nodded, but how could she feel at home when she was staying at a place where Shira wasn't?
The two passed the small reception hall and entered through the main doors that led into the castle itself.
"Please, Princess, come back!"
Impa looked over to see a very frustrated nurse chasing the young Zelda through the halls of the castle. Zelda, seeing the new arrivals, laughed and ran into Impa's open arms.
"Immy!" she giggled. "Immy! Immy!"
"Immy?" asked a confused Anolan.
"Her nickname for me," Impa explained. "She has yet to say 'Impa', but I like my nickname, at least coming from this one here."
"Ah," said Anolan. "So there's no chance we can call you that here at the castle?"
"NO."
"All right, all right. Come on. This way to the throne room," said Anolan.
The two walked down a series of halls, now joined by Zelda, still being held by Impa, and the nurse, who wondered why on earth Zelda liked this little Sheikah so much. When they finally reached the doors to the throne room, Impa halted.
"What now?" asked Anolan.
"I can't go in there."
"What do you mean? Of course you can!"
"I'm not allowed. Only those who are summoned by the King can enter."
"Well, I'm allowed in anytime. And that includes those whom I see fit to bring with me."
"So I won't get into trouble?"
Anolan laughed gently. "Of course not!" he said. "But I think it best that you left the Princess out here with her nurse. You know, because of the news."
"Of course."
Impa set Zelda down on the ground.
"Now, you stay with nursie until I come back, okay?"
"Immy?"
"Immy has to go for a minute, but I'll be right back."
With that, the Nurse picked up Zelda and walked away. Impa and Anolan entered the throne room and approached King Harkinian, who was speaking with Rauru about the events of the battle.
"I don't believe there were any fatalities," mused Rauru. "That little Sheikah girl Her Majesty has been taking care of is a hero for what she did."
"Good, good," said Harkinian, who then noticed the two approaching him. "Ah, and here she is! With the best escort one could have, I might add!"
Impa blushed and curtsied. Anolan stepped up next to Rauru and whispered something to Harkinian, who then spoke:
"Rauru, I think it would be best if you took your leave for awhile. The General and I must speak in secret."
"Of course, your majesty," replied Rauru. He bowed and left.
"Your majesty, Sir Rauru's report on the casualties wasn't exactly accurate."
Try as she might, Impa couldn't concentrate on what was being said, but she could tell that Harkinian was devastated. Anyone would be. Suddenly, Impa felt faint, and a little dizzy.
When she opened her eyes, Impa was on the floor with about five people breathing in her face.
"She's awake!"
"Somebody call the healer!"
"I'm fine," said Impa. "Really. I guess I'm still a little weak from today's events."
That night, Impa went through the bag Shira had given her: inside was a letter, some official documents of some kind, and a key.
She opened the letter first: after about the first five words, she burst into tears. How could this be?!
Shira had known exactly what was going to happen! There, in front of Impa, were written the events of the battle in full detail.